Labelled Dissidents And Unpatriotic
Could it be...
That millions of people globally,
Are nonconforming militants...
Daring to face deception?
Because now they see a truth,
Never before to them seen?
And on much smaller screens.
Or are they just a few disgruntled,
And disillusioned people...
Angered because the amusement park,
Has run out of cotton candy and roasted peanuts.
And have shortened visitation hours for the caged gorillas,
Seen on a daily basis...
Doing their much adored and trained hip hop routines.
Therefore...
Crowds of people are being forced to leave by violent means,
And this is depicted as a threat to a democratic society...
Reporting these scenerios from the comforts of their peeping booths,
Where over two million people are locked up to be rehabilitated...
For crimes against a fantasy created that no longer tolerates,
Truths of any kind to be addressed.
Unless fashionably dressed and walking down a red carpet...
Blond, blue eyed, hunked and boobed.
You know...
The best that variety has to offer.
Could it be...
A madness impossible to comprehend.
One so unfathomable has begun to be purposely created,
To have those sitting in their homes with their wide screen TV's...
Fearing themselves as agents of revolutionary change,
Now that they have determined to carpool?
Regardless if they are labelled dissidents and unpatriotic!
The times we face are tensed with every conceivable creation known,
To be used to confuse the mind of a nonthinking human being.
And remember how simple the times use to be,
When dividing people along ethnic lines seemed to have been done...
More effectively by using degrading jokes?
Who knew something done so innocently would evolve into all of this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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These Episodes Remain To Stay Played
Of course I am going to remember being insulted.
And being the butt end of loudly spoken jokes.
These episodes remain to stay played,
In the mind of the one they are directed towards.
Especially if one is chosen for this to be done,
On a daily basis.
Wouldn't you say?
Unless you are the forgetful kind.
And accustomed to degrading others.
Because it seems the popular thing to do!
And for many...
Not a few,
Their misdeeds are seldom forgotten...
To forgive!
And I happen to be one to believe,
There is no such thing as sincere apologies.
I just think some people become embarrassed,
When those they insult with intention...
Are discovered to be better people,
Than what had been rumored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting More Difficult To Defend Within
A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.
People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.
People express shock by what their neighbors do,
But defend the offensive language that their children use.
And today in elementary schools few can tell the difference,
Between the teachers and the kids.
The issuing of condoms should 'not' be as obvious as it is.
People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.
A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glad I'm Alive
Hello and welcome my friend
It's good to see you again
Do you know anything new
Tell me is this really you
Hey, what's the story in LA
I haven't been there today
It's time we went for a ride
Come on and step right inside
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Darkness our sole destination
Daylight our only intention
White lightning brightens the sky
Can't tell we're flying so high
Rest now and don't be afraid
Can't you see we've got it made
Just cause I'm not going far
That doesn't mean that we can't reach the stars
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Sad story that look in your eyes
Break out before it's too late
Now come and lay down by my side
Let all the thoughts slip away
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
I'm alive
Alive
song performed by by Def Leppard
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I Believe In Pakistany People
I believe in Pakistany people
And there is something good in every pakistany people that I see
I believe in Pakistany People
Because they cross the streets of Pakistan everyday
And they have a dream about God
I believe in Pakistany people
Because the right time will come for them to worship God
I believe in Pakistany people
Because God will help them to get through the difficult times
I believe in Pakistany people
Because they believe in God the same way that I do
I believe in Pakistany people
Because they are rich inspirit but not in money
I believe in Pakistany People
Because they were created in God's image
I believe in Pakistany people
Because they are God's Children also
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Back To Greed
What's the problem?
Why is there a commotion in the streets?
We have created millions of jobs.
And half of the people weren't qualified,
To fulfill the positions.
And yet they have their jobs!
And people are working.
What's going on?
What is the protesting about?
'Well...
The people are disgruntled,
Because...
Well,
The have an issue with 'pay'! '
What issue?
'They want to get 'paid'.
They want pay for what they do.'
You can't satisfy these people!
First it was jobs.
That's all they screamed about.
Well,
They've got their jobs.
Now you say they want pay?
'Yes.'
What next will they be demanding?
FOOD?
Then what?
SHELTER?
What kind of operation they think we run here?
A 'social service agency'?
You tell them to go back to work.
Because they certainly will 'not' be going back to greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We The People
We the people.
Are not ones to trust.
We the people.
Turned diamonds to rust.
We the people.
Created our binds.
We the people are foolish and blind.
We the people.
Are bullies that shove.
We the people.
'The same-sex can't love! '
We the people.
With morals so worn.
We the people.
Will save the unborn!
We the people.
Raise cowardly minds.
We the people.
Commited the crime.
We the people.
With confident grins.
We the people.
Will fail again.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Only People
Only people know just how to talk to people
Only people know just how to change the world
Only people realize the power of people
Well, a million heads are better than one
So come on, get it on!
Well I know how we tried and the millions of tears that we cried
Now we are hipper we been thru the trip
And we cant be denied with woman and man side by side
Make no mistake its our future were making
Bake the cake and eat it too!
We dont want no pig brother scene!
Only people know just how to talk to people
Only people know just how to change the world
Only people realize the power of people
Well, a million heads are better than one
So come on, get it on!
Well its long overdue there aint nothing better to do
Now we are hipper we been thru the trip
We can fly right on thru, theres nothing on earth we cant do
Fish or cut bait its our future were making
All together now pull the chain
We dont want no pig brother scene!
Only people know just how to talk to people
Only people know just how to change the world
(repeat three more times)
song performed by by Lennon John
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Epidemic Of Melancholy Proportions
an epidemic of melancholy proportions
is sweeping through many societies countries
despair dejection sadness misery hopelessness
are recession downturn decline consequences
suicide globally haunts many countries cultures
suicide globally engulfs preys upon countries cultures
many countries cultures ethnic societies
never even developed coined a word for depression
yet globally according to recent studies
fifty percent of women suffer episodes of depression
yearly mainly
each at least
a single episode
as opposed
to only ten
percent of men
ask the question
is depression
an issue the world
should take seriously...
one million people a year
are cured permanently
one million people a year succeed
in their attempts at suicide
issue depression needs countries cultures to address
society wide ways to address negative mind problems
depression has become a diabolical mind field killer
when will we learn to honour all our human family?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In Every Way!
how many people are blind?
how many people are deaf?
how many by choice?
perhaps you still have jobs,
homes, food to eat, medical care.
perhaps you have investments,
a way to retire....
perhaps your family is happy,
and well taken care of...
i hope so for you!
millions of people hurting,
millions in need...
millions of children hungry,
millions who cant get an education.
millions enslaved by poverty,
millions left alone....
people with faces and names.
all of these are normal people.
whatever their language, their religion,
their sexual orientation.
all of these are people just like you.
and many of these have families,
just like you!
is it their fault they're victims?
perhaps they've worked their whole lives.
male, female, young, old.....
all people,
with mothers and fathers....
all people....
and no, America is not free.
the news we watch is tainted.
the truth is hidden from us.
killing people around the world
does not make us free....
books are being banned and burned,
prejudice and discrimination are rampant.
we have forgotten we are responsible for each other,
we have forgotten we are all immigrants here.
there are no illegal people,
all people are just people.
freedom demands equality,
in every way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Wink
It might of been created by a liar or a thief
So people will be confused by a thought or a belief
And at that moment of time when you will stop and think
You will not realize you've been tricked, as there will be a wink,
You might think all is alright and that is acceptable
As you wont see what truly is perceptible,
And if you are with that friend and they offer you a drink
Be careful before you drink it, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created when someone was looking for the truth
Or maybe they were curious, or maybe they were a sleuth
But when they are close to an answer you will notice their eye
Then you will see that wink, now you won't care about why,
You are happy and pleased as now you will walk away
But what was the truth, as not a word did they say,
When people tell you all is alright, but your life is at its brink
Be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created by a spouse or a cheater
But we know it wasn't created by either Paul or Peter
When the truth is asked for, it is told without a blink
So we must be ever so weary of that devilish wink
In the history of time it as been used to trick and confuse
And also to confirm a lie, and also to amuse,
Remember the devil signs his contracts in blood and ink
So in life be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
poem by Randy McClave
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People Everywhere
People, people everywhere.
The ones you know.
The ones you don’t.
Most blend in a way,
You cannot comprehend.
People, people everywhere.
There are so many out there.
Most pass by your life,
Without knowing your name.
But some, some are different.
People, people everywhere.
Touching your heart,
In a way no ones else can.
Love, fear, hate, pain, joy,
They all come from,
People, people everywhere.
Where do they go when they leave?
Back to a home or cave?
Maybe to pass by your eyes again.
One day, maybe they can stay.
But for now it’s lonely,
For now it hurts,
When you are alone.
When there is no,
People, people everywhere.
poem by Megan Reily
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I'm one in a million
I’m one in a million
Of people who claims to be
But no one knows me
One in a million
Of people who are writing
But no one is willing to read
I’m one in a million
Of people who has serious
Entertaining issues
But no one is interested in them
One in a million
Of people who sings
But no one recognize me
I’m one in a million
Of people who voice out clearly
But no one is listening to me
One in a million
Of people who are renaissance
But no one sees it
I’m one in a million
Of people who are searched and looked for
But no one finds me
Because I’M ONE IN A MILLION
poem by Zama Ashley Helebe
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In The Name Of People
In the name of kind people who aren't hopeless
The people who are looking for bless
In the name of people who have a great self steam and a great view of life
The people who help other people to be alive
The people who respect each other
People who learn to not bother
In the name of people who had pure tears
People who lived a life full of fears
In the name of people …people who will stay
People who are strong in their speeches, they don't say may! ! ! !
In the name of people who believe what is disgusting is LIE!
People who haven't seen my tears tonight…I'm going to say good bye.
In the name of people, the people of a forgotten place
People who stayed strong, even with their blooded face
In the name of people, the people who are dear
People that will cry, will laugh, but they don't betray, with their pure tear
poem by Ellias Anderson
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We meet people all the time....
We meet people all the time
Rich people with nothing
Poor people with the world
Kind people
Not so kind people
Funny people
People who think they are funny
People who laugh at other peoples pain
People who change the course of our lives
People whom we change their direction
Inspirational people
Caring people
Intelligent people
History tells us of people who create World misery
And the ones who end it
People who charm the socks off us (while we are wearing our shoes!)
People who steal our affections
People who give us undeserved affections
All the time we meet people
Wouldn’t it be nice if this poem didn’t label them though?
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Power To The People
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
A million workers working for nothing
You better give em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Yeah, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
song performed by by Lennon John
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Walking Across Blazing Hot Coals
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
Even making attempts to do it...
They will immediately threaten to burn their season passes,
To a local amusement park that employs most of them.
Try to confront people like this with the telling of the truth,
And everything they have ever known...
They will reduce to rubble to leave chaos and trouble,
With demands to have their fantasies left intact.
As well as their biases against others from which they thieve.
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
And promised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slow poison
You are killing us with slow poison
We are helpless and find no actual reason
Why have you become such greedy persons?
Is it not the playing with fire and can be called treason?
Think about it and visualize the future scene
You may face worst kind of hostility ever seen
You will be forced to run in street with bare feet
People with throw shoes, stones and sleepers to greet
What has happened to you as (V.I.P) privileged people?
Why don't you think of common people and create trouble?
We are dying daily to meet the square meal for two times
You are wasting it on parties and throw it to dogs sometimes
We are still tolerant to pardon you for silly acts
But think when we may run out of patience and react
You will be wiped out from the face of earth
You will catch our feet for escaping the death
Millions of rupees you have been taken out of country
Yet there are no regret lines on your face and feel sorry
You are shameless creature on beautiful mother earth
Not even dogs may prefer to visit and forget about laying the wreath
You are sitting in sacred temple to protect us
But as of now you have lost your credibility and trust
You have no time for helpless and poor
Not a one percent of help reaches to their door
You have amassed billions of rupees
Assets remain unaccounted and no one can see
But people know you were beggar before joining politics
People are amazed to see your luxurious style and statistics
Your children study in foreign countries
Here we have no rooms to study and lack basic amenities
Not a meal to eat and no means to carry on studies
Can you suggest now any possible remedy?
You may die as mentally ill, patient and hungry
Leave behind countless jewelry and money
Not a single portion may come to you for any use
You shall die as dejected person so now choose
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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